But when Huo Shixun pulled out the sword from the ground, walked to Liu Yao, and handed it respectfully: "Your Highness Nine, the thieves of Beiyan invaded the mountains and rivers of our Dongling, slaughtered 80,000 soldiers of our Dongling, causing the people to live in poverty!"

"Please kill the veteran general of Northern Yan with your own hands and avenge the soldiers who died in Dongling and the people!"

The soldiers shouted in unison: "Take revenge! Revenge! Revenge...!"

However, Liu Yao was reluctant to take Huo Shixun's sword.

Because from childhood to adulthood, many people died because of him, but none of them were killed by him.

He subconsciously looked at Bai Mingwei, hoping that this fierce evil woman could take some courage to take him.

Bai Ming looked at Liu Yao lightly and finally tasted some flavor.

The Huo family army cannot kill prisoners at will, and the Bai family army cannot, but the ninth prince who is determined to avenge the martyrs can.

As long as Liu Yao takes action and starts this, Emperor Yuanzhen will not be able to punish others.

Once His Highness Nine is filled with righteous indignation and the deeds of revenge for the heroic sacrifice of soldiers are praised, it means that the Liu family recognizes the value of the sacrifice of these 80,000 soldiers.

In this way, it is even harder for outsiders to hold on to the Bai family. They say that the Bai family is very happy and use bad troops, which leads to the heroic sacrifice of 80,000 soldiers.

After all, the sacrifices of the soldiers make sense, how can we blame the general for doing wrong things? Can cowards make this sacrifice meaningful?

Bai Ming slightly looked away. Even if he wanted to kill these thieves to avenge his father, uncle and brother, and the soldiers, she could not encourage Liu Yao to do it at this time.

Because in that case, the whole thing will lose its meaning because of her intervention.

Seeing that Liu Yao was indifferent, Huo Shixun knelt on one knee: "Your Highness Nine, please!"

Liu Yao was very helpless, his head was blank, and he didn't know where he was.

In a daze, he stretched out his hand and held the sword handed by Huo Shixun.

The temperature of the sword hilt was cold and quickly pulled back his mind.

The soldiers shouted in unison again: "Revenge! Revenge! Revenge...!"

One of the deputy generals of the Huo family army spoke: "Your Highness Nine, all the hands of these thieves are stained with the blood of my Dongling people."

"Look at the corpses everywhere, look at the piles of bones, look at the more than 70,000 corpses..."

"They are the fathers of many children, the sons of many elderly people, and the support of many women."

"But now, they died in bloody battles. For more than a month, they had to die. After death, they had to have a crowded pit, a thin white cloth, and a tombstone that didn't even have a name."

"Don't you hate or blame?"

No matter how unsatisfied Liu Yao was about life and death, he could not put down his sword at this moment and say that he didn't want to complain.

He slowly closed his eyes, and the heart-wrenching cry of the little leopard when he was captured and beaten, and the small figure with a strong and unyielding head appeared in his mind.

Finally, he held the sword tightly and walked step by step to the veteran.

The veteran raised his head and looked at death as if he were home.

He laughed: "I, Mr. Zhai, have been in a military life for half of my life. I will meet my ancestors in this way without fear! I will be ashamed! I will be regretful!"

Liu Yao's hands were shaking violently.

The person in front of me seems to be over 60 years old.

It’s not that he can’t bear it, but he just can’t do it.

He took a few deep breaths, and then thought of the little leopard hanging on the torture rack and being broken all over his body, and the little brat who would hide in the quilt and cry.

If there was no war, why should they suffer?

These thieves who invaded Dongling were the initiators of the tragedy!

Thinking of this, Liu Yao raised his heavy sword high and then slashed it down.

Blood splattered his face.

Fishy, ​​warm, sticky, thick...

He was stunned, and the sword in his hand fell down.

Seeing the veteran's head and head separate, Huo Shixun shouted softly: "All annihilation! Throw it into the pit of thousands of people!"

With a command, all the prisoners of war in Beiyan were cut off and thrown into the big pit where the bodies of Beiyan people were buried.

Finally, he was buried by the soil and became the soul of the dead crawling at the feet of more than 70,000 martyrs. In the most insulting way, he would always repent to these Dongling martyrs for the sins he committed!

When everything was finished, Huo Shixun concluded: "Are they pitiful? Not at all! When they killed my Dongling soldiers, they should have expected this day."

"Are they innocent? Not at all! It was these thieves who hung the people of Pingcheng on the top of the city a few days ago!"

"Even if they become prisoners of war and weak, they cannot eliminate the sins they committed! Because each of them is stained with the blood of the people of Dongling!"

"This is a sin that they can never clear and cannot repay with blood! Remember it to me! Those who violate my mountains and rivers will be punished!"

The morale of the generals was high and shouted in unison: "Those who offend my mountains and rivers will be punished!"

When the prisoners were killed just now, not everyone was as calm as a veteran and treated them as if they were home.

There are also shouts, begging for mercy, reluctance to leave relatives, and attachment to the world.

No one wants to die.

But if they don’t want to die, don’t they have to die?

As Huo Shixun said, their sins were full of sins, and they were the culprits that caused countless misfortunes in Dongling, and they also slaughtered prisoners of war in Dongling.

Their death is not enough to comfort the 80,000 soldiers, and even more so to comfort the innocent people!

What's more, they still have some bone burial after their death.

The weak Bai Jing and everyone shouted loudly, then looked at Bai Mingwei excitedly: "Mingwei..."

Needless to say, Bai Mingwei knows, Brother Wu is happy!

How could he not be relieved that those who killed their families and fellow comrades were executed in front of them?

How could he not let tears in his eyes?

However, during the whole process, Liu Yao was in a daze.

It seems like he is crazy, stupid, and his soul is not possessed.

He often talks about the word "kill" and countless people die because of him.

He ignores life and does not know how to respect.

Because the blood had not splattered on him.

But when he raised his sword and slashed the veteran under the sword with his own hands, the living person became a pile of rotten meat.

The blood flowing on the body gradually cooled down.

He realized that death was so ugly and was also sinful.

He seemed to be able to understand a little bit why everyone felt sad and angry about the corpse of the Yinshan Mountain.

What if some of them were his mother? What if his mother was killed alive?

Liu Yao couldn't imagine it, and was stunned, as if he was greatly frightened.

Huo Shixun picked up the sword on the ground and turned back to his waist, saluting respectfully: "Thank you Your Highness!"

The soldiers knelt down to him: "Thank you Your Highness!"

Liu Yao was still confused, and he muttered incoherently: "Is it done? I'll go back after finishing!"

Go back.

Go back.

Killing is so terrible...

Huo Shixun ignored Bai Mingwei, held the sword around his waist and left with Liu Yao.

But Bai Mingwei discovered that the killing of prisoners of war seemed to have a temporary idea, but in fact he had already made plans.

Keeping these prisoners is a big trouble. If the people of Northern Yan fart, Emperor Yuanzhen could send them back, and then he would become the executioner of the southern invasion.
Chapter completed!